Cang Lu huffed. He kicked the bottom of the guqin so that the standing instrument lay horizontal.
He hunched over it and slowly closed his eyes.
He stroked the strings, pouring powerful vital force into them until they turned light gold. His aura surged, and the heavy pressure of an Illusory Refinement Realm cultivator pressed on Li Guanqi like a gigantic mountain.
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